Brock Lesnar is the Beast Incarnate who hasn't been with anyone since his divorce three years ago and doesn't really care for anyone in the WWE.
She is the fearless Divas champion of the WWE whose life is a mess as she seems to push everyone who car...
"Seriously am I going to find you doing this every time you visit?" I screamed out as she fired shots.
My eyes trailed over her behind as she basically wore her underwear.
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She stopped and turned to me and I saw she seemed upset.
"Whats wrong ?" I frowned as I moved to take a seat at the table as she took off her ear muffs.
"I just needed it" she shrugged as she stood in front of me.
She rotated her shoulders back a bit as she stretched.
"Whats wrong Nicole?" I repeated.
"My neck's just a bit stiff that's all. I think I slept wrong on the plane."
"I don't think you would have been able to shoot if it were stiff"
"Well its sore that's all I know but its fine now." She whispered and I pulled her in between my legs.
"I can make it feel better baby.." I smirked and she raised her eyebrow.
"By that I meant your neck, where is your mind Nicole?" I chuckled and she shook her head and kissed me.
"Lets go..."
While I had teased her, the fact that she had barely anything on and the way she handled that rifle definitely had me wanting to be inside her .
"Are you serious Brock?"
She laughed as I sunk into the tub and motioned for her to join me. I rarely used it as although it had been custom made for me, as well I'd most likely fucking break a normal one ,I wasn't the relaxing bath type of guy but I wanted to make her feel better.
"Just get in Nicole.." I sighed with a hint of annoyance and watched her as she slowly stripped in front of me and I held her hand so that she settled in between my legs with her back to me.
My hands slowly moved up her back and I felt goosebumps forming over her skin due to my cold touch and I stopped as I reached her shoulders.
I slowly massaged it for her and while I had never done that shit cause Brock Lesnar doesn't give people massages and wasn't even fucking sure if I was doing it right the way she moaned in relief let me know I had done some good shit.
"Does it hurt here?" I whispered as I moved closer to her neck and she nodded slowly as I felt her place her hands on my knees as I continued with mine on her.
It felt fucking weird being concerned about someone other than myself. I know I had admitted that I cared about her but saying it and actually feeing concerned were two fucking different things and I didn't like the way she looked as she said it was hurting .
But being me I couldn't have her so fucking close to me without having the urge to take her and with her moans filling the bathroom she was killing me.
